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Things Motherhood Taught Me # 5: There is a Parallel Universe on Sunday Mornings

sunday morning family life robin sears


sunday morning family life robin sears

image source: Robin Sears

Before I had a child, the only thing that got me out of bed before eleven on a Sunday morning was a flight to catch.

And then in winter, it was worse. It was an achievement to get up for breakfast, and even if I did I’d go back to bed till lunchtime. All that ends when you have a child of course. I’m lucky if my son sleeps till nine, and by eleven it’s not unusual for us to be returning home after a walk around the block or a quick trip to the supermarket.

During these walks I’ve discovered that there are actually lots of people who get up early on Sundays. To do sports, go fishing, walk the dogs, see sights, whatever. So far, so good. But what I didn’t know, and only just found out, is that Sundays are a kind of parallel universe. Populated by families with small children.

It all began when a good friend of mine invited me to a concert for babies. On a Sunday. Ten in the morning. Outside the city. When the alarm went off just after eight that morning I went into a state of shock. My body actually hurt and I could hardly manage to speak. Quick shower, quick breakfast, baby fixed in baby-carrier, quickly. When we got there, I was expecting all the other parents to meet me with that knowing look of solidarity that said ‘There you go again making a little sacrifice for your baby.’ But to my enormous surprise the hall was full of happy, smartly-dressed families and the only looks I got said ‘You could at least have combed your hair.’ More surprising still, there were parents here who were doing this for the third or fourth time. Now, I even found the concert fun as an experience (and I’d like to take this chance to thank my friend for the invite), and I can understand why a lot of people would want to go back, but why not at three in the afternoon? Why not at midday?

The reason is simple. It’s that parallel universe, populated by families that go out on Sunday mornings, of their own free will, and need something to keep them occupied. In this universe, concerts and plays begin at ten and birthday parties at ten thirty (!!!), and they’re full of entire families well turned out, wide awake, not a hair out of place, made-up and dressed up, at that time of the morning.

In the normal world, Sunday mornings are for resting, for nursing a hangover, for making the most of the only day in the week when the alarm clock doesn’t go off. Even when there are early-waking babies around, it’s the one day we can be more relaxed about everything we do, when we can really enjoy our breakfast and play around in the living room without always looking at the time. In the parallel universe of families with small children, everyone’s had a bath by eight o’clock, everyone’s out of the house by nine and all the various events are underway by ten.

Now I’ve found out this parallel universe exists, all I want to do is stay in mine. In my family, Sunday mornings are for wearing pyjamas until noon.


Filipa Fonseca Silva is a Portuguese author and advertising creative. She was born in Lisbon in 1979, has a degree in Communication by UCP and already published two novels: Thirty Something (nothing’s how we dreamed it would be) and The Strange Year of Vanessa M., both available at Amazon.
Filipa discovered the bliss of motherhood seventeen months ago and stared sharing her experiences in Mum’s Lounge and in her blog



Jolene enjoys writing, sharing and connecting with other like-minded women online – it also gives her the perfect excuse to ignore Mount-Washmore until it threatens to bury her family in an avalanche of Skylander T-shirts and Frozen Pyjama pants. (No one ever knows where the matching top is!) Likes: Reading, cooking, sketching, dancing (preferably with a Sav Blanc in one hand), social media, and sitting down on a toilet seat that one of her children hasn’t dripped, splashed or sprayed on. Dislikes: Writing pretentious crap about herself in online bio’s and refereeing arguments amongst her offspring.

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